Dance Rattle
February mornings Tense as they were the Dawn late the Light from another room Shivering felt like the…
The iconic, rasping voice of Tšepo Tshola is silent, forever
The iconic, rasping voice of Tšepo Tshola is silent, forever. This unmistakable and imposing voice of Tshola has…
The zeitgeist of post-Apartheid South Africa and critical pedagogy in Sabata Mokae’s “Ga ke Modisa”
I dreamt I was a resident of Lembede Park! It was actually a nightmare not a dream because…
A Sticky Note for Maru
For Advocate Tshiamo Moremogolo Marukgwane For the hearts you stole and flowers you danced and the wind your…
Prose, poetry & mythology in indaba, my children
The writing of Credo Mutwa is breathtaking in its breadth, depth and detail. His magnum opus – Indaba,…
Your sun has set, son of Marukgwane
In December of 2020, we found out that the beloved lawyer and literary admirer, Advocate Marukgwane (or just…
The Bud Opens
The legends tell us that after her return Amarava the Immortal, most beautiful, Lived happily with Odu, her…
When slivers of old wallpaper resurface
white afrikaner children vehemently dragged into a new south africa by fearful teachers shoved inside deshelled and freshly…
Paradise Hill
Up there, out of our reach, every pot swells with abundance. We wait for hilltoppers to fling a…
Masello’s sermon
Masello’s sermon! to the children of darkness! those who inherited abundantly in the sins AND of their forbearers,…
